The security guard sat down, and nervously glanced at the clock. 11:58. He mentally kicked himself. Why did he return? He had heard the tapes, those things can’t move outside of their maps. But then, why did that animatronic know how to make his way around this site? The security guard shook his head. Fazbear Fright must have been built in the same building as a branch of Freddy’s was. And while he may get scared, all those tales of the animatronics killing people at night were just rumour, just urban legends, right? Nobody actually believed them, right? He started as a frantic beeping was heard, originating from his watch. 12:00. Time for his shift to begin, and for that animatronic to start moving. The phone rang, and the guard put it on speaker.
“Hey hey! Great to see you haven’t been scared off or whatever.” The guard scowled. His boss must know how he felt last night, to start off like that. “But listen man, we’ve got it. We have the ultimate jackpot! You probably haven’t seen them seeing as you enter from the back, but I’ve put them around the place. Dude, that old, withered, golden one? Forget it, as we have a TON of new animatronics, that look good as new! I mean, we must have gained at least two generations of robotics in one swoop. Well, make sure the place doesn’t burn down, and I’ll see ya later.” The click of the Phone Dude hanging up was met with the slamming of the exit. Nothing was worth staying around that many animatronics, the security guard thought as he fled to his car, nothing.
Meanwhile, the animatronics had woken up and into Free Roam mode, with a glitch in their minds, prioritising the preservation of them, and their generation of animatronic, over all others.
Fight!
Freddy looked around, seeing Bonnie and Chica. Foxy was still under the sheet he was placed there in, right in front of a poster of himself. He looked around, seeing no one else nearby with the exception of. Bonnie started to head off on his own, Chica following behind him, with Freddy opting to go through the opposite direction.
In another room, a music box was plinking away as Mangle shifted himself, fixing his mechanical parts so to hang from the roof. Down below, Toy Freddy was looking around at the burnt and decaying scraps that had come from the very same restaurant he used to mascot.
“Hello?” He looked around. Balloon Boy had already disappeared, and Toy Bonnie and Toy Chica were leaving the room they were in. Toy Freddy understood what they were up to, but opted to head off on his own, to cover more ground.
Springtrap screamed internally, only letting a low groan be heard. Another night, and another chance to take a life, to remind himself what he lived for. That is, if he even still lived.
“Hello?” The mechanical pieces that formed the animatronic side of the suit whirred into life as their programming took over, heading towards the noise of that obnoxious child. So, the Guard was back, and he was not willing to go quietly. Of course, he didn’t want that. He had come to love the hunt. But...something was different. That noise seemed to come from inside of the wall, as signalled from the suit attempting to walk straight through the wall, instead of finding a route around it. He found himself in control again, and grinned as much as he could, ignoring the pain it induced within him. Looks like he would finally find a release for his bloodlust.
The first animatronics to meet each other were the Bonnie and Chica counterparts, in the main hall of Fazbear Fright. The four stood on opposite sides of the room for a time, their internal parts whirring, working out the best course of action. All four walked towards to meet in the center of the room. The fighting was officially started by the two Bonnies hefting their guitars up and swinging them at the other, hitting and causing a dent in their heads. Toy Bonnie lowered the guitar and thrust it, trying to push the other away, but Bonnie swung his guitar to block it, resulting in both being broken, The two devolved into punching each other as Chica was knocked backwards as a metal plate was sent into her forehead, and Toy Chica stepped closer to deal the final blow. Chica decided to sacrifice that closest to her, and so threw her cupcake at her sexulised doppelganger. This struck and knocked off her beak, but otherwise didn’t do much. She raised the plate, stuck to her hand, with the intention of bringing it down so to sever some major wires, when she was knocked over by Toy Bonnie being thrown into her. The two animatronics tried to stand up, but Bonnie’s fist came flying into Toy Bonnie’s face, breaking right through and damaging the CPU, causing Toy Bonnie to fall down, unresponsive. He didn’t get a chance to celebrate before Toy Chica sent the plate with the cupcake on it into the back of Bonnie’s ‘neck’, severing a major power cord, and causing Bonnie to swiftly suffer the same fate as the Toy. Chica grasped at Toy Chica’s face, only succeeding at taking off one of the eyes. Toy Chica knocked her hand away, and tried to stab her by thrusting the cupcake towards her, with the candle facing forwards like a knife. It worked, but only pierced the initial level of fake fur which covered the animatronic. Chica used this as an opportunity to strike, sending her hand straight into the exposed eye socket, pulling out a bunch of wires as she took her hand out. Toy Chica fell down, deactivated permanently.
“Hello?” Springtrap heard the voice again, and didn’t fight the automatic movements towards it. In fact, he encouraged it. Now he was inside the air vent, he could find his prey, and satisfy his urges. He continued to crawl, thankful for none of the vents sealing themselves off from him, until he saw who he was moving towards: A round headed boy, who gave the impression he was made of plastic, all through the green light that came through a vent. “Hello?” The boy said again, no emotion aside from curiosity being shown. To Springtrap’s mind, though, it was thickly covered with fear, as the child knew he was dead. The suit stopped moving, satisfied with the proximity it was to the child. Springtrap smiled again, retreated his fist, and then punched the child will all his force in it’s face. The head effectively imploded, with the force causing plastic to shatter and wires to break. However, this was not enough, as Springtrap kept punching, until he grabbed Balloon Boy and used him to break out of the vent, throwing him onto the floor and then landing on him as a crash mat. As he did so, a loud ‘pop’ was sounded as the balloon inside him burst, and a weird outwards dent formed as the sign he usually held was poking out, resisting the weight of Springtrap. The murderer was happy for the first time in thirty years, but...no. He still wasn’t satisfied. There must be more…
Freddy looked around this new room. This was the security guard’s office, he recognised the monitors were similar to what those animatronics who insisted to not wear their suits used. He looked up at an open vent, as Toy Freddy looked in, through the giant window. All he could see was the back of Freddy, but he knew that this thing would oppose him, and so he would have to take care of it. Toy Freddy walked around, walking through the door and raised his fist, still clenching the microphone, in the start of a sneak attack. This is when Freddy turned around, and they both froze. Freddy in anticipation, and Toy Freddy as he scanned the face of this threat. Wait...no...it wasn’t a threat, his programming was telling him such. He turned around, and started to leave the office. Freddy wasn’t sure what just happened, but was willing to take the oppertunity. He dropped the microphone that he himself had been holding, and walked up behind Toy Freddy. He grabbed both sides of his head, and twisted at the same time as pulling up. It took two seconds for any effect to be seen, but within five the job had been done, and Toy Freddy’s head was separated from his body.
Foxy raised the sheet, looking around, seeing no one. He could never explain it, but he knew when he wasn’t being watched. And Foxy...Foxy must be watched. He discarded of the sheet, allowing it to fall to the floor behind him. This was their last chance. And yet, no security camera changed feeds to look at him. No one came into the room. Foxy was not being observed. He roared, and started to run, straight for the door. He did not recognise the location, but he was good at running. He would find the person that should be watching him, and show them the consequences of their actions. He entered the main hall, and almost tripped over the arm of the now deceased Bonnie. He looked around, and saw Chica. And then he saw something else, a brilliant brightly coloured mass against the darkness. It swung down, hitting Chica in the back of the head, and leaving a large indent. This caused enough damage to send her down as she did to Toy Chica before her. Foxy knew that he was now being watched, but it was too late. he was seeing red, and so screamed his death yell, and ran towards the still hanging head of Mangle. He raised his hook, which managed to catch itself in a joint as Mangle was trying to pull itself up. But it still succeeded, causing Foxy to be hoisted up. However, an animatronic’s arm was not meant to support the weight of so many tons of metal which made up the robotics, and so it was almost inevitable that it broke at the joint, sending Foxy plummeting down, minus one arm below the elbow. He landed heavily on the floor, damaging his internal components. Mangle dropped to the floor, whatever damage he would’ve taken minimalised by the freeform structure he took, and proceeded to rip apart Foxy, before it could do anything.
The music had stopped. The Puppet raised from his box, with fury building up. Like Foxy, he had a peculiar berserk button. While he didn’t need to be constantly observed, he needed music. And when he didn’t get music...Puppet didn’t allow mistakes to happen more than once. So, Puppet floated out of the box, and sped right through the nearest door, past Mangle (who seemed to be a larger mass of scrap parts than he usually appeared), and through the next door. Nobody was in there, but a certain poster caught his eye. A familiar face took up the entirety of it, with the whole thing being either black or gold. Images flashed in front of his eyes, and as he finally managed to tear them away from the poster he saw a giant head, just like the one in the poster, at the other end of the room. It roared deeply, and headed towards the Puppet. With equal speed, the Puppet darted out of the room, the head completely missing him and flying through the wall, and back in. There, the slumped figure of an unfilled, springlocked Spring Freddy suit sat where the head started, seemingly staring at him. Puppet floated forwards, and stuck his arm into the suit. Just being a spirit, it went through easily, but Golden Freddy started to feel...pain? Puppet eventually retreated his arm, taking with it a glowing mass: The soul of the child that inhabited the suit. He closed his fist hard, causing the spirit to disappear into thin air, and the Golden Freddy suit to fade out of existence, forever. This was the point where Freddy walked in, behind the Puppet as it watched the poster turned back to it’s original image of Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica playing on stage. Freddy observed him: Thin, lacking strength, and lacking knowledge of him being there, not that that would help. He thought it was a certain win situation. And so, he started it. His eyes and mouth lit up, as a music box rendition of Toreador started to play. The Puppet whirled around, but instantly felt sleepy. The music...was what he wanted. When it stopped, the Puppet regained his senses, but it was too late. Not much of the Puppet was left besides some scraps of fabric and a shattered face mask.
From the shadows, Springtrap observed. He remembered...he remembered destroying this animatronic. And yet here it was, still ending lives. Well, there was only room for one murderer. Springtrap emerged from the shadows, with Freddy only just catching him out of the corner of his eye. He turned around, but Springtrap had put himself in an advantageous position. Freddy lashed out, with Springtrap raising his arm to push the arm up, causing it to just go above his shoulder. Springtrap punched the armpit, a weak spot in the animatronic design, then turned Freddy around. While he didn’t have the right tool for the job, Springtrap learnt that day that excessive, hard punching in the right locations would put an end to any animatronic. Springtrap stood up, turning around. There, in the doorway, was Mangle, the only other remaining animatronic.
Springtrap turned and ran, prompting Mangle to drop to the floor and pursuit him. Mangle went through the doorway, and Springtrap had seemingly disappeared. He attached himself to the wall, and then the ceiling, getting a better viewpoint. He looked around, and...wait. There, in the corner, was a pair of eyes, watching his every move. Mangle moved as quick as he could towards his location, before swinging down, aiming for the head. Springtrap ducked around, swiping at the back of Mangle’s head and knocking it into the wall, providing enough of a shock and knocking him off balance enough to send the entire animatronic crashing to the ground. Mangle stood up, turning around, furious, to find that Springtrap had disappeared again. Mangle started to charge through the shadows, thrashing violently, hoping to land a lucky strike on the opponent. Eventually, he stopped, and started to look around. Left, right, left, right...but he failed to look up. A large crash was heard as the vent was smashed out of the way, landing on top of Mangle. It looked up only for Springtrap to land on top of it, tearing at the exposed wires around Mangle’s face. While the ill fated Toy tried to thrash and knock the assaulter off, it didn’t work, as Springtrap managed to find the right wire, snapping it and stopping Mangle from moving. Springtrap stood up, asking himself, “Am I satisfied?” The suit began to move itself back to his starting point as 6am rolled around as he realised the answer: No.
K.O.!
Of course, the biggest b*****d won.
This was a difficult one to decide, based on the lack of individual characteristics or even quantifiable characteristics. So, we started off by pairing up counterparts to see who would win.
Bonnie and Toy Bonnie have absolutely nothing distinguishing themselves, and so they cancel each other. Toy Chica just lost due to her pernamently attached cupcake, however this difference was so small it was borderline negligible, and so it can be assumed that they cancel each other out too.
With the Freddys, it looks like Toy Freddy would take it due to Freddy’s want to gloat. However, we had to take a closer look at the Freddy Mask used in the second game, as whoever has the face like the one worn would be deemed as non-hazardous by the system. We know this to be the case as the animatronics can be in your office for a while before you put down the screen, but if you put on the mask quick enough their systems will say you’re good, and so will leave.
Also he just wanted to see who’s head he was wearing: It didn't matter in the long run.
...When looking, a particular quality was found about the mask: It has no teeth. It's just the upper lip that’s included on the mask, so we’re looking for a Freddy with only lower teeth. Both Freddys in that game have upper and lower teeth, however in the original game Freddy has the teeth we’re looking for, having them only on the moving lower jaw. Therefore, Toy Freddy was incapable of attacking, allowing Freddy ample time to defeat him.
Foxy vs Mangle was hard to call, given we don't know how much strength is required to hit a door with the amount of force shown. However, we decided that Foxy’s speed was outmatched by Mangle’s climbing abilities, therefore making the Toy win.
Golden Freddy vs the Puppet was simple. Golden Freddy has not been seen to act on the physical plain at all, with his kills of the player being possible to explain through heart attacks and other paranormal stuff. However, drawings show us Puppet gives out toys to children, so at least he can act physically. Also, he’s been shown to install spirits in objects, it makes sense that he can do the reverse...shut up, we’re trying here.
Then we move onto the Solid Snake vs Sam Fisher if the animatronics, with this one being as one sided as Thor vs Raiden. Yes, Balloon Boy is stealthier, but he has no offensive capabilities. Not to mention, every time he speaks he’s drawing Springtrap towards him, quickly bringing his end.
And it was gloriously brutal, just fitting for- *gun cocks* Okay, moving on.
So that leaves us with Freddy, Mangle and Puppet, and Springtrap. While Puppet was the mastermind behind everything, it clearly lacks physical strength and endurance in comparison with the others, based on it’s slight frame. Add in being pacified by Freddy’s music box function and it stood no chance in the long run.
But the same could be said for Freddy, as while his willingness to gloat with Toreador could be said to equal Springtrap’s playing with his opponent, the latter’s stealthiness and just being overall smarter meant that he was no problem. And then there were two: Springtrap and Mangle.
This was a difficult one to call, due to the lack of comparative skills. Mangle had the strength advantage, as while Spring Freddy’s mechanics could crush the skull of a child, there are numerous factors such as the time it took, the decay of Springtrap and the fact that it was smaller and weaker than an adult’s skull meant that the strength advantage went to Mangle. However, this was cancelled out by Springtrap’s cunning. And so it came to one thing: Strength vs Stealth.
As stated before, Springtrap isn’t the greatest animatronic at hiding. However, he can do enough to make it difficult for the onlooker, therefore being effective against Mangle. He can also move quickly and smoothly, therefore making it likely that he can avoid Mangle’s ceiling attack.
All in all, it was most likely that Springtrap would reign victorious. But that’s the thing: Most likely.
You see, there was just so much we had to assume due to the lack of complete understanding of the story, the animatronics themselves, and so on. This made a completely accurate decision on who would win impossible. Maybe if we waited for FNaF world and used the abilities shown in there, and maybe if Scott released the complete lore of the series we could come up with a final, certain answer. But as it stands, this is the one we’re getting.
The winner is Springtrap.
Next time on Death Battle:-
